The mountains were blue and the sky was still dark, smoke was rising from the kitchen stoves, and in the small village, two cries broke the tranquility of the early morning. It was the birth of a baby, and two families were happy to have a new child.
One family named Yuan lives by hunting and has a son; the other family named Zhu lives by chopping wood and has a daughter. The two families have lived in this small mountain village for generations. They are close neighbors and have been friends for generations.
As the crying subsided, the two heads of the family finally came out. They breathed a long sigh of relief, then looked at each other and smiled, congratulating each other and chatting.
After a hundred days, the two families made an appointment to visit Mr. Tou Mo in the east of the village to ask for a good name for their child.
After some thought, Mr. Mo wrote the names "Yuan Qing" and "Zhu Ling'er" on the paper, and explained: "I think this boy's eyes are clear, intelligent and alert; the girl's eyes are like autumn water, and her bell is beautiful. So I chose the word 'Qing' and the word 'Ling', hoping that one of them would be as upright as a breeze, and the other as quiet and beautiful as a spiritual spring."
"Thank you, Mr. Mo!" The two families were overjoyed and bowed to express their thanks.
Mr. Mo chuckled, waved his hand and continued: "In addition, these two children were born in the same year, the same month and the same day, and they are yin and yang. Your family has been better off from generation to generation, so it can be said that they are a destined match. I think it is better to settle the matter just like that. Yes, I volunteered to be the matchmaker."
As soon as this statement came out, the two families were surprised and happy. There was no reason to be reluctant. They immediately wrote the marriage certificate and took their fingerprints. The two children were still ignorant and were destined for life.
For more than ten years since then, the two have been together and inseparable.
During the Yuan and Qing Dynasties, he learned archery and hunting with his father, while Zhu Ling'er learned how to be a weaver from her mother. When the boy was weak and the girl was in her teens, the two naturally became husband and wife, and gave birth to a pair of twins three years later.
A family of four, the husband and wife are loving, the children are obedient, the life is peaceful and stable, and there is no illness or disaster.
As autumn passes and spring comes, decades pass by in a flash, and Yuan Qing and Zhu Linger are both in their seventies.
On the day of his birthday, Zhu Ling'er looked serious, put on her clothes and lay down on the bed, and she passed away at the end of her life.
Yuan Qing sat beside him, his expression tender, his eyes full of tenderness, without a trace of compassion.
After a long time, he stood up and came outside, looked at the sky, and let out a heavy breath.
Then he closed his eyes and opened them again.
During this opening and closing, the sky and the earth stood still, all things were disillusioned, and the world returned to nothingness; and Yuan Qing himself also transformed from an ancient old man to a clear young man, with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, and white clothes that beat the snow.
In the void, a figure slowly appeared, about thirty years old, wearing a mysterious robe, it was Zhu Mo.
"Thank you, senior!" Yuan Qing bowed to the end and said sincerely.
Zhu Mo looked at the young man for a moment, with a playful look on his face: "Understood?"
Yuan Qing stood up, shook his head and replied: "It's still a little short, but it's enough."
"Okay." Zhu Mo nodded and replied, then waved his big sleeve, and suddenly nothingness twisted, turning into a white light, and disappeared in a flash.
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Small town, Pingshui Tower.
"Um......"
With a low groan, the young man woke up slowly; at first, his expression was a little dull, but after a while, his eyes became a little clearer.
Just when he was still thinking, a question came into his ears: "Sir, are you awake?"
It turned out that when the waiter saw that he finally woke up, he hurried forward and asked.
Yuan Qing glanced around and saw that it was already dark and he was the only one in the restaurant. He couldn't help but ask, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"You've been asleep for three hours! If you continue to sleep, our store will be closed," the waiter replied.
"It has only been three hours, but I have dreamed of three lives. This 'human' divine wine is really mysterious!" Yuan Qing thought to himself.
Seeing that he didn't reply, the waiter changed his mind and asked hurriedly: "Your Majesty, you haven't had enough sleep yet. Our hotel has several upper rooms, which are spacious and comfortable. It only costs 500 yuan a night."
Yuan Qing smiled slightly and said, "No need, let's pay."
"Okay! One tael of roasted glutinous rice, one portion of pickled glutinous rice, Chenghui, a total of one penny." The waiter replied in a long tone with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Qing stood up, threw down a piece of silver, and walked away...
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Let us say that during the Yuan and Qing Dynasties, the wind and clouds on this continent were turbulent and became more violent.
Zhongshan, Xiagu, deep in the bamboo forest.
As the word "good" in Qingyin fell to the ground, Quyi softened his attitude, nodded and left.
At this moment, the void suddenly shook, a dark ravine opened, and a figure stepped out from inside.
The visitor is about fifteen years old, dressed in a green shirt, with a figure like a sword and a cold temperament. He is the true immortal of Shangqing, the sword immortal Liu Bai.
Quyi and Qingyin were startled when they saw the visitor, and they hurriedly greeted him respectfully and said, "I've met my uncle."
Liu Bai bowed slightly in return, and then said, "Follow me."
After saying that, he made a virtual stroke and cut out a crack in the void. He stepped out and disappeared.
Quyi and Qingyin glanced at each other, but they didn't doubt his presence and walked into it without any trace.
Then, thousands of miles away, another rippling void was seen, and the same crack appeared out of thin air, letting out three people, namely Liu Bai, Qu Yi and Qing Yin.
Quyi's eyes narrowed slightly and he quickly scanned the surroundings, but he saw darkness everywhere he looked: there were black clouds above, boundless, covering the sky and the sun; below, there was bloody soil and gray soil, covering the ground into mountains, and the gloomy air was lingering.
Between the heaven and the earth, there is a nine-bend Yellow River, winding and circling, with countless dead souls floating on it; as far as the eye can see, there is a line of white forest, which is actually a forest of dead bones.
"A very gloomy ghost land, a fierce country in the white night!"
Qu Yi glanced at the uncle in front of him and thought to himself, wondering what his intentions were when he brought the two of them here.
However, before this thought could be extinguished, a series of erratic ghostly figures suddenly appeared opposite Liu Bai, and they merged and transformed in an instant.
He is a tall man, about forty years old, with a lion's nose and tiger's eyes, broad shoulders and broad back. He is covered by a forged gold brocade robe. Although he simply stands with his hands behind his back, he possesses infinite power.
Qingyin on the side also saw the visitor, but in her eyes, the visitor was a cardamom girl, wearing a plain white dress, with an aloof temperament, clear eyebrows, and a pair of green eyes that seemed to contain thousands of years of mysterious ice. No emotion at all.
Only in Liu Bai's eyes, the person who came was a man in his thirties, wearing a coarse brown robe, with an ordinary face and ordinary temperament.
"Jueyou Sword Immortal has arrived in the white night, what's the point of your visit?" the man said, his voice hollow, as if coming from a very far distance, yet gentle and reassuring.
However, Liu Bai did not answer. Instead, his face turned cold and he let out a cold snort.
The next moment, two muffled hums came from behind him, but Quyi and Qingyin couldn't help it, as if they were waking up from a big dream and felt relieved.
Just because the inquiry just now sounded to Quyi like the waves of an angry sea, with layers of huge waves carrying overwhelming power, completely submerging it, making it difficult to breathe; falling in Qingyin's ears, it was like a sharp sword of frost, piercing straight through. Deep in his heart, his soul trembled, and he could hardly control himself.
"Thank you, uncle."
The two came back to their senses, thanked them in unison, and finally saw clearly the true appearance of the person who came: Qingyin's face returned to normal, but her heart was still frightened; Quyi raised the corner of his eye, and a name appeared in his heart.
"The Wanhuan Ghost Emperor, Zhongli."
Only then did Liu Bai say coldly to the man in front of him: "Private matters."
The Ghost Emperor Zhongli was not unhappy at all when he heard this. Instead, he smiled slightly and replied: "Since it is a private matter, Zhong will not interfere too much. I just hope that fellow Taoist can handle it quickly. After all, ghosts are dangerous. With the ability of fellow Taoist, It’s better not to stay too long.”
After saying that, his body shape turned into a blur, and it was still a ghostly figure that disappeared.
Liu Bai turned a deaf ear to the threatening words and just turned around and said calmly: "Qingyin, unlock the seal."
Qingyin was startled when the words came into his ears, but seeing Liu Bai's calm expression, he still nodded.
I saw him taking a deep breath with concentration and making secrets with his hands. Immediately, bright green clouds rose from his body and gathered above his head, forming a blue-feathered phoenix, which was the true form of Qingluan.
Then, as the spiritual skills in his hand changed, Qingluan fluttered its wings, circled and screamed, and at the same time, five green and red light thorns slowly appeared from the key points around its body.
Then, Qingluan swooped down, passed over the body, picked up the light thorns and scattered them invisible.
Immediately, the majestic spiritual pressure soared into the sky, rising steadily; the wind and clouds between the heaven and the earth changed, and little green spiritual lights suddenly appeared, pushing away the black clouds and gloomy air, forming a sea, and forming clouds.
"Boom!"
But when I heard the thunder, wisps of purple light appeared in the blue clouds, and outside the purple light, there were streaks of red!
The two entangled and merged, turning into a thick thunder snake, twisting and swimming in the blue clouds, hoping to accumulate power and strike down with one strike!
"By using my ghost capital's Yin Qi to weaken the Thunder Tribulation, when did these sword madmen start to rely on external forces?" Hundreds of thousands of miles away, under the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, an old man in sackcloth put down his tea bowl and murmured to himself.
But before he could finish his words, something happened again!
In the white night territory, there is thunder! The purple-red thunder snake held green fire in its mouth and headed straight for Qingyin!
At this moment, Liu Bai pointed his sword at the same time and drew it in the air!
"Ding!"
Suddenly, the sword roared, the clear sky was high-pitched, the thunder roared, and it reached the sky; then the sword shadow crossed the sky, more than a hundred feet long, dyed with aurora, dragging the flowing fire, and turned upward!
After one sword strike, the world shook!
Thunder Snake, the calamity clouds were all annihilated under this sword, and even the black clouds were torn out with a huge gap, revealing a black and red round tire inside, about the size of graphite, which was rising as if breathing in and out. Keep shrinking.
"What a plan!" The old man shouted in a low voice inside the pergola and disappeared.
At the same time, Liu Bai had already struck out with his sword again, but saw the sword's light shining brightly, as white as the bright sun, slashing towards the round tire in a flash.
At that moment, a ball of green ghost flame suddenly appeared in front of the round tire, stretched and twisted, turned into a green fire spear and threw it at the sword light; a black and red long arrow also appeared in front of the round tire, trembled slightly, and shot towards Liu Bai .
However, before the long arrow arrived, a red gold ball appeared out of thin air, transformed into a palm, and blocked the arrow.
Almost at the same time, a crystal-clear jade branch appeared, right against the tip of the jade fire spear.
In addition, a green leaf slowly emerged and fell towards Liu Bai's head; a green vine then appeared, growing out of thin air and holding up the leaf.
There is also a small yellow flag fluttering in the wind, summoning a river of golden sand to surround the round fetus.
With a snap of his fingers, he saw a pair of black and white fish appearing under the sand river, slithering around and disappearing together with the sand river.
"Buzz!"
The sword light struck the round tire, causing the heaven and earth to roar!
Black and red light exploded and swept across a ten-mile radius!
All the magical powers were annihilated together with the dark clouds that blocked the sun, revealing a blue sky and a pillar of warm sunlight.
Then the figure reappeared, but Zhong left and returned.
With a wave of his sleeve, the Yellow River boiled! Countless ghosts screamed and rose from the river, scattered into black clouds, and covered the sky again.
"Liu Bai," Zhongli said coldly with a gloomy face.
Liu Bai's face remained as usual, cracks were drawn in the void, and Qingyin disappeared in one step.
"Zhongnan Ghost Tomb, Jiyin Ming Cave, you are allowed to use it for a hundred years..."
